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when I close my eyes
I'm connected to the tunnel of memory. the soft honey of his neck in the darkness at night I breathe in his musty smell and the back of his head butts into my chin in mock protest he'll put up with me for awhile he is the one who decides when he's had enough what I would give for that warm smell now and the warmth one small body could give was enormous he stayed by my side when it was cold and groomed my arms and face then squirmed out when he'd had enough of my singing old songs substituting his name whispering secrets that he could be my next boyfriend then he put his paw over B's mouth to silence his snore and later on join in the snoring himself... he was only 9 pounds but he snored like a giant. she always found her way to my right shoulder to make her midnight nest pumping me with soft paws then double pumping my chest with her head to let me know not to move because she was comfortable... she was black velvet and disappeared in the dark unless she opened her golden eyes... and if you moved she chirped in surprise and then jumped down to put her butt on my face to let me know how she wanted back to her place and to re-establish her dominance her throne she made you feel good to be her home playing and running to fetch that is why she was called Lucky sometimes she night-chattered with me and I would whisper back it wasn't the words I murmured to her but that she answered me. he didn't have a very warm start found him out in the yard whiskers burnt and stomach distended but soon enough he got his bounce back I called him Le Pounce for his enthusiasm and his tongue lolling attacks... playing fetch until he was nearly worn out but then he rebound and get his energy back shredding toilet paper and scattering laundry all about he started out sleeping between my feet yet near the end he slept tucked into my left arm with his head under my nose until the Lucky came then he moved onto my pillow my head were the place he chose then to lie every night my ears were always warmed by his body as I again whispered my secrets how he could also be my boyfriend all he had to do was let you kiss him often then the spell was sure to take all of my children they were and are held in my heart and living in my dreams forever. this is a bit of a tribute to all the cats I've known in my recent history...and my boyfriend has known as well...Ghuey/TLP Tigger Le Pounce and Lucky. I will come back and re-edit. For those of you who are not cat people you will probably groan...or you can use your imagination and substitute it for a dog...or? there is bound to be something familiar here LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/WORK AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/WRITER MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD OCTOBER 19 2018 10:20PM PST TIME/DATE STAMPED. Vote for this poem |
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